I pause as my phone vibrates and a notification pops up at the top of the screen. “New direct message from Gray,” the banner reads. “Did he—what does it say?” Melanie slides over on the couch to see the screen over my shoulder. I click on the icon and open up the only message in my inbox. There’s a small image of Gray and two words that make my heart skip and my blood boil all at once: About time.
